"Judging by your attitude, Lord Luan Hu, you don't seem to intend to discuss an alliance?" Luo Zheng gripped his wing tightly, his voice slowly turning icy. "Or do you think that, as a human, I have neither the qualifications nor the strength?"
With that, Luo Zheng tightened his right hand's grip further.
"Whoosh..."
A straight, slender red line shot out, piercing Luan Hu's wing.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Everyone heard the thin line weaving through Luan Hu's wing, then saw countless strands of red light appear on its surface.
"Crash..."
Those thin lines sliced the wing into countless fragments that scattered across the ground.
Squatting nearby, Da Gu watched the scene, a trace of apprehension appearing in his eyes.
Da Gu had heard Kong Gu describe this ability of Luo Zheng's, how those threads of blood had easily sliced Kong Gu's body into pieces.
But Da Gu considered himself far stronger than Kong Gu, so he had not taken Luo Zheng seriously.
Yet Luan Hu was on par with him and had offered no resistance whatsoever to Luo Zheng's red line. If he encountered that red line himself, he would fare no better...
"I wonder, Lord Luan Hu, is this strength worthy of your notice?" Luo Zheng asked coldly.
Both Luan Hu and Tongtian Jiaozhu froze where they stood.
Luan Hu had never imagined this human could hurt him.
Of course, such injuries did no real harm to a weirdness.
Luan Hu's body gave a slight shake. The fragments of his weirdness body scattered on the ground leaped up and rapidly stuck together, restoring his previous form.
"You surprised me," Luan Hu said, all the arrogance gone from his eyes.
Luo Zheng's strike had been like a basin of water thrown over him, swiftly bringing Luan Hu